
Juniper Anne
Generally a beginner at creative writing, however enjoy writing poems and lyrics

Juniper Anne
Generally a beginner at creative writing, however enjoy writing poems and lyrics
The grass felt different under her feet, the soft tickle of the blades between her toes now almost nonexistent. As she floated across the open grassy plain, she thought back to better days, when this piece of land was rich with the sounds of children playing ball games, friends bathing in the warm summer sun, laughing and joking away while the bees buzzed around. Now this space felt cold, empty of...
His biceps raged with a burn he hadn’t felt before, sweat seeping from the seam of his sports cap, his rep speed unlike anything he’d ever displayed. Could this be it? could he finally prove them all wrong? ‘Why not me? 3 years of hard training, its my time!’ These thoughts raced through his mind repeatedly, timed with the rhythmic thumping of his heartbeat.
Deyton Jill was a small, sliver of a m...
She sat facing the shoreline, her salt coated brunette locks floated gently in the evening summer breeze. I couldn’t see her face, I could just make out her silhouette in the back drop of the west coast sunset.
It was the first time I had set eyes on her, and yet I felt that pull toward her, as though she was a magnet, and I a fleck of iron, edging closer to her.
Strangers are a common sight her...
There’s a crash at the end of the street
Piercing in the summer heat
Stopping you dead on your feet
The screaming is hardly discrete
The van hit a wall you see
Then bounced back into a tree
Where old Tom sat with a cup of tea
He’s dead, between you and me
His poor wife had popped to the loo
Luckily, or she’d be dead too
Such a tragic event, that much is true
All in a golden afternoon, under the...
She smiles, and waves
They watch her leave
But it’s not her
As she turns
Alone, at home
She watches the leaves
That’s her
Where they can’t see
There’s people, sort of
They’re there for her
But are they
And it’s not really her
Alone, at home
Where she watches the leaves
That’s really her
She doesn’t want them to see...